“What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a slave, whom fortune's tender arm With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood, Tying thine ear to no tongue but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have heard it said There is an art which in their piedness shares With great creating nature. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Speak, what trade art thou? Why, sir, a carpenter. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule? What does thou with thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word, for thou art not so long by the head as honor… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Dost think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?" (Twelfth Night)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home: Is this a holiday? what! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet, for I know thou art religious And hast a thing within thee called conscience, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies Which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath every one, one… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, Or sent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
